Because I think about you and my blood turns to ice
and my first instinct
Is to curl into a ball and protect myself.
You are an anxiety attack.
My breaths come out in
I want to scratch you
out from the inside of my brain with fingernails filled with blood from scratching at the love bites you left on my neck.
You always had a way with words
But I wonder what you’d say if I told you,
you make me want to kill myself.